by Lorraine Chambers

Created on: August 22, 2010

Risk

One day you left.

You didn't really say why.

One day we were laughing,

The next saying goodbye.

You didn't give a reason.

One that made sense that is.

Only that you had to leave.

It just seemed to be the thing of the seaon

This sudden flight.

One minute life was sweet,

Ticking along at its pace.

Many a time we would meet,

And type into oblivion.

Could it be we got too close?

And that startled,

The fact that feelings like those

Don't always behave in orderly fashion.

One is afraid of what can't be controlled,

Lest one is sucked into the maelstrom,

Whipped away and lost to sense,

Cast upon the shore- wrecked.

You may be back you said,

When common sense prevails.

But oh how boring life would be,

If being sensible were the only criteria.

Sometimes you need to fly too close to the sun,

So that in being seared you live.

Just as moths fly tempted by the light,

May ultimately fry on the pyre of their own temptation.

In living we risk.

By risking we live.

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